"I'm tired but am still here"

Sometimes I sit alone and ask God, “Why me?”

Why is my life like this?

No new clothes, no good phone, no help, no support.

I wake up tired… even though I didn’t sleep well.

I force myself to smile so people won’t ask me what’s wrong.

But deep down, I’m breaking. 😞

I don’t even cry anymore — not because I’m strong, but because I’m empty.

No data, no joy, no energy.

Just me… and pain.

I’m not lazy. I’m not useless.

I just wasn’t born into an easy life.

All I’ve ever wanted was a little peace, a little help, a little hope.

To anyone reading this, please know:

I’m still trying. I’m still breathing.

I haven’t given up — even though every day is a battle.

If you feel this too…

Let’s not give up yet. Let’s hold on — even with our last strength.

God, please see me. I’m tired of begging. Help me. 😔💔